Thread: My Name

My Name

My name means flower in English. In Creole, it’s the same. The only difference is a hawk and a gag to pronounce it. Hwose. My name is a loogie waiting to be spit out. It can be clear-see through, or any other color. Like my loogie, I don’t know what color I am yet. I hope I am not see through.

My name means romance on the mind of a young twenty two year old. Her dream: to be a secretary and to have a family that loves her. I was half of the dream. She never got the other. I feel guilty about being only a half, but I know she isn’t angry. I love her, but I will not be like her. I will have my other half.

I am June, like my grandmother. She is jealous of me. My mom and I took her son away from her. I feel pity, but no regret. We are family, yet I have many scars as proof of her hatred. There is no love lost between us. I am indifferent. Too young to understand the effects of jealously and greed, this passes above my head like a cloud. Maybe she wants her name back. She can’t have it. It’s mine.

My name is a flower, but I don’t care much for them. People say they smell sweet. I smell no sweetness, only grass. I hate the smell of grass. Maybe I am not as sweet as I should be, like my flower. If its fragrance were my character, I would not like myself. Loved by everyone. Nobody remembers the thorns.

Sometimes, I wish my name were different. Rose sounds like a middle-aged woman’s name. I guess it matches. I am always told I have an old soul. Maybe she saw that in my face.

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